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The Cellar
by Stephen Washam
copyright 12-07-2004


Age Rating: 10 to 127

 
The first time that I heard it I was just a child of five
It didn’t sound like anything that could have been alive
I was lying in my bed and heard it scratching on the wall
When I got up to check it out there was nothing there at all

It spoke to me when there was not another soul around
And tried to lure me slyly into the cellar underground
I never entered in that place and always stayed away
And it would do it’s best to tempt me down the stairs to play

The older that I got I simply turned a deafened ear
The hissing of its evil voice I simply would not hear
But now that I am older I know something must be done
Should I go down in the cellar? Would it help to take a gun?

I finally have decided that tonight will be the night
That I confront the evil that has given me such fright
Down the steps I’m going and I reach the final stair
I’m not alone and I feel something breathing in my hair

The darkness of the cellar makes it very hard to see
And I can’t tell for sure what’s in the shadows here with me
I’ve lost my nerve and I am quickly getting out of here
I try to run but find my legs have frozen up with fear

The safety of the light above is just beyond my reach
I try to scream but realize that I have lost my speech
Something is approaching and there’s nothing I can do
Come quickly to the cellar and take my hand won’t you?




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